Chapter 11
FEYRA
Dion slapped my horse’s rear and I shot forward.
He whistled a high pitch and the other horses followed me out of the gate.
Agatha shrieked, holding onto her horse as we galloped into darkness.
I turned in the saddle and watched as Dion and Roman shifted into werewolves.
They were large hulking frames, silhouetted by the torches pouring from the village.
Men’s screams and the galloping of horses sounded into the night.
They’d been waiting for us.
Both werewolves followed us out into the darkness, all of us blind now. The horses snorted, huffing in fear and neighing in agitation. They continued on, but I couldn’t see what was surrounding us. I couldn’t make out anything in the dark night, the lights had blinded me and the clouds were thick.
Trust me.
Dion’s voice echoed in my mind and I almost fell out of the saddle. The shriek had escaped my mouth though.
The torches poured from the gate. A constellation of men following as the glints of armor winked passing the threshold of the gate. I was surprised at how well I could see despite the dark. I could see the face of each horse as they poured out. The driven face of each guard pursuing us.
I began looking around, I could make out other shapes. I wondered if it was Dion and Roman, or were they the other wolves they’d spoken of?
Ride!
Dion’s voice sounded again. How was he doing it? Why could I hear it?
I glanced at the chasing horses, each man gritting his teeth as they pursued us. Their lamps bobbed as the horses galloped. But there were definite movements in the dark. Definite shapes closing in. Where had the men gone? Where had–
One of the lights winked out, exploding as it hit the ground and the horse tumbled. In the dying light I saw the form of a wolf.
Then another light winked out.
And another.
Another.
Men began screaming, horses whinnying and crying as wolves took them out one by one. Our horses were just as scared, but they didn’t slow or stop. Something was urging them on.
The men kept dying. Their screams echoed in the dark as the wolves brought them down. There must have been twenty at least! More than just Dion and Roman. But where had they come from? How had they known we needed help?
Unless that was why Dion had ridden ahead overnight?
The horses moved in careening bends, changing direction and jostling about. I could feel the horses closing in on one another, being herded by an unseen forces, then spreading back out. We were not leaving the way we’d come in.
My heart was racing, purging blood for me to breath. I was afraid that I was numb. Shocked. I felt like a stranger in my body.
Finally after what felt like hours, we began to slow, coming to a stop as the foothills. There was only a single lantern left bobbing along towards us.
A light flickered into life beside us and Agatha and I screamed. It was Roman. He was breathing calmly, topless and with a few bleeding wounds. His focus was on the light coming towards us however. As the lantern came closer the face of Dion emerged. He was dragging a man along with him.
It was the Inspector of the Guard.
He dropped the man, crying and pleading, at Roman’s feet. Dion was also topless and bleeding, and I couldn’t stop from staring. He was ripped. There was nothing to him but muscle and sinew. He caught me staring and I blushed.
“Please don’t kill me, please don’t,” the man cried. He was hyperventilating, tears spilling earnestly. Then wet himself.
Roman looked at him, disgusted. “So much for Lady Skol’s strength then.”
The man looked up. Surprise on his face. “You?” he whispered.
“Me,” Roman said, leaning down towards him. “Did I not tell you to stop coming out here?”
The man sputtered, eventually realizing he could say nothing. He resumed his begging and crying, now kissing Roman’s feet. But Roman pulled them away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch any of us. You will never return to these lands.” The man began thanking Roman. “But I’ll still keep my promise.”
The man looked horrified. He went white and hugged his hands to his body. “No! No please–”
But Dion grabbed him, took the large man’s hand easily from him and held it out to Roman. The man began screaming, writhing to get away. Roman searched his pockets and produced a leather cord. He tied one end around his wrist. The man was screaming. A wolf howled.
I looked at Agatha, horrified.
Roman took a knife from his pocket and the man bucked like crazy.
Then he took the length of cord and tied it around the man’s bunched fist, pulling the cord tighter and tighter, breaking his fingers, and crushing the bones into each other.
We heard the popping and cracking as the hand turned to dust. When he’d wrapped the cord around many times and tied it off, he cut it short with the knife.
Dion released the crying man and let him fall to the ground. “Find your way back to the village,” he said. “Beware the wolves though.”
Both Dion and Roman jumped onto their horses and whistled, we began moving.
I was in shock. Who were we traveling with?
One minute I was practically giving myself to this man, the next he was killing and torturing men.
I was horrified. I was sickened. But at the same time—these men had wanted to capture us—to kill us…
No one spoke as we climbed the hill. The horses snorted among themselves. The wolves that must’ve been guiding us from the village were gone.
An hour or more passed like this. We climbed the low rise and began a long descent.
The clouds moved in the night’s sky and soon a small trail was visible on the hard ground.
My body was in shock, cold and shivering.
The wind picked up and drove a chill through me.
The adrenaline that had kept me going these last few hours was finally spent.
I was too tired to even talk with Agatha.
I knew she’d be as frightened as I was. How could we not be?
But when I looked back, she was head down and silent. She could either be asleep or in thought, and I didn’t want to disturb her. I turned back to the front and watched Dion and Roman. They rode in silence. Or appeared to. Occasionally one or the other would nod, so I guessed they were speaking.
I began to nod off. I didn’t know how long we were going to ride for but I had to stay up. But I was so exhausted. At some point, when I was watching my saddle, Dion or Roman slowed and draped rugs around us, then went forward again.
I fell asleep.
…My paws pounded along the pavement. I was sprinting through the narrow gorges and deep springs. Leaping from majestic balustrades to carved pools in the sheer rock faces.
I could hear him behind me, his paws crashing along the stone flooring.
I leapt, my fur whistling as I crossed the gap from the trail to our terrace.
I landed, shifting back to my human form, and turned.
His pursuit sounded through the gorge. His hulking form coming through the archways and–
Then he was flying through the air. The biggest wolf I’d ever seen. His fur shining in the half light of dusk, his muscles bulging as he came toward me…
Then he landed, his enormous frame coming to a stop. His claws were the size of butcher’s knives. His eyes devoured me. His mouth panting. His lips penetrated me.
He shifted to his human form, and Dion’s eyes never changed.
He wanted me.
I was panting myself, looking at his enormous erection already rock hard. He came toward me confidently, sweeping me up in his arms.
We were both boiling, our bodies together sweaty, and I could feel him poking me in the back with his cock.
He carried me through the doorway and into our bedroom, laying me on the bed gently. He began kissing me slowly, edging down my body and back up my neck.
My pussy was getting hotter, wetter, he was teasing me. Always moving closer and yet further away. I reached and took a hold of his appendage, stroking the rigid cock slowly.
He growled into my shoulder, pleasure rippling across his body. It drove me crazy. Then he grabbed my pussy with his palm, massaging in a slow circle. I moaned into his chest, feeling him throbbing in my hand.
I stroked faster and he massaged quicker. I could feel myself getting close. I wanted him to enter me. I was–
He felt the same, picking me up easily and hugging me against his body. He licked at my nipples, nibbling as he slid me down his thick cock.
I moaned to the chamber.
He pumped slowly, controlled, still holding me, and guiding me up and down his penis. I was shuddering. I was shaking. He was widening and deepening me with his cock. I was breathless.
I could feel him trembling too, gooseflesh up and down his arms. He was throbbing inside me and I squeezed. His muscles bulged.
This ripped a groan from him. I moaned back and he held me harder. Pulling me against his body, he then stood down from the bed and lay me on the mattress.
I was on my back with him driving into me now. Each pound driving deeper and harder. I couldn’t believe the bliss racing around my body. The blood surging down into my hard clit.
I grabbed my breasts and began squeezing them together, watching him. His eyes lit up. I felt him throb inside me.
I moaned lowly, grabbed his waist with my legs and stopped him from pulling away. I ground my pelvis against his cock, pushing myself into him deeper. His strong hands took my hips, driving back with purpose.
I began to shudder as he drove harder. He would draw out slowly, his cock tracing every part of me inside as he departed, then he would pause… And drive back into me! Widening me and–
I gasped.
I was gonna cum.
A ripple of pleasure broke in my clit, expanding outwards and shaking my core. He pounded harder as I began moaning. The waves of pleasure crashed over me and I…
I awoke in the seat of the horse with a jolt.
It was dawn and we were still riding. We’d rode all night. Roman and Dion still lead from the front. I could feel the heat in my crotch. The wetness. I’d been having a sex dream.
I adjusted myself, felt the blanket around me and pulled it tighter. I tried to clear my mind of the images. Of his naked body. Of his enormous–
I coughed.
Dion looked over his shoulder at me, glancing back with only one eye.
The love and desire I’d just been dreaming of wasn’t there. They were cold eyes, grave. He nudged Roman and Roman nodded.
I could see a small line of trees coming up. Seeing them, I realized how desolate the landscape we were in was. It was all shale rock and dust. We were in a mountainous desert.
“We will be making a stop,” Roman called.
But he didn’t look at me. Nor did Dion.
What was happening now?